"Now what are you going to do with me?"

"You are going to stay in there, forever, and I am going to have a whole lot of fun!" is your gloating answer.

"Well, in that case..."

Suddenly, you are hit by massive pain from your pussy. The pain is so intense that you don't realize you're giving birth to Charles until he is well on his way out. Desperately, you try to stop him, but he simply slides on out. Given the reduction in pain, that is wonderful, except that Charles is now free to act, you are too exhausted to defend yourself, and he does not look pleased.

"Enough is enough. I was hoping you would come to your senses, but if you insist on playing the spoiled child who can do anything she wants, I will have to treat you like one, and that means I am going to have to go to the trouble of giving you proper training, which you are not going to enjoy any more than I am."

"You can't do anything to me. You freed me!"

"You don't really think that statement was valid, do you? It was nowhere near enough to free you, just enough to fool a silly girl into admitting her flaws. If you had been even half thinking, you would have realized that you are still wearing your slave chains."

"What?...Oh, yeah..."

"I was nice enough to make the chains comfortable. Since you abuse the privilege, tonight will be a lot worse.
"But now I have got to punish your current sins. That is what you do with dumb animals. You punish them before they can forget their sins."

With that, Charles starts fiddling with your chains and you quickly find yourself spread eagled and helpless. "Wha...what are you going to do?"
A whack on the bottom answers that question, or starts to since several more quite painful whacks follow. You try to resist the urge to cry, and then realize something has changed. He is starting to put feeling into his work. At first you are indignant at his familiarity, but then you see it as a triumph. The stupid lout just can't keep his mind off sex. Not to mention, this is distinctly exciting. You can feel yourself building, and building. Now you are just about to explode...

And he stops. "Hey!" you yell indignantly as you retreat from that high. Once again, he starts and build you up to the edge,... and does not push you over. The !@#$ is doing this deliberately!
Now he begins to very carefully push you to the very edge of climax, where nothing exists but your need to finish, and keep you there. You had never realized how painful pleasure can be. You have got to get off!
And you can't. What little you can do, he easily counters, skillfully balancing you ever so close to completion, but not letting you. You demand, you beg, you offer whatever you can think of, make threats. He keeps you carefully in desperate need...
He enters you and for a moment you have hope. Can you somehow unbirth him? The answer is no. Instead you feel him use your attempt to grip his tool to increase his own pleasure. When he has satisfied himself, he pulls out despite your efforts to stop him.
Then your ass comes under attack. Again you try to consume him, and again your efforts come to naught. He reaches satisfaction while holding your's such a tiny distance beyond your reach. "You should have been sent here years ago. Now you've gotten the idea that just because you can vore, you are the boss. Well, you are going to have to learn that you have a lot of equals, and a lot of superiors. From now on, you are going to have to lock heels."

He continues to stimulate you, keeping you just at the ragged edge, but never getting over it. It has long ago lost all aspect of pleasure and is just a blinding pain you can't do anything about. You can't even whimper any more.

Then it is gone! For a moment you don't even realize it is finally over. For another moment you can only gaze at Charles in full fear he will restart. And then deep gratitude for when he doesn't. "Ok, I'll let you sleep now. Tomorrow, we'll see what you have learned."

He leaves you helpless as you both sleep. that gives you a little time to resolve...